Writing Haiku

When I write haiku
I'll sometimes wonder what to do.
Striving for syllables to put on paper,
I'll languish and I'll labor.

Rules unique to the form
Forces poet's choice of words.
Letters are our medium,
Sometimes coming in tedium.

My readers may not like
What pieces I may write.
They may not always understand
My creation held in their hands.

Every now and then and
With the proper blend,
In spite of what I do,
Happily born is a haiku.